Snoopy Track Songtext
von JAY‐Z featuring Juvenile

Bounce
Uh, ha, uh, ha
Uh, uh-uh, uh
This for my hustlers, uh-huh
And for the bitches, yeah

Yo, yo
This is for my niggas down in Houston on candy paint
All my niggas in the Dirty South, Miami Mayne
All my niggas in the A-T-L throwin′ them bows
All them thugs that send slugs through your clothes, holla at me

It's for the black culture, Spanish chicks with the sweet chocha
Spanish cats with the keys of coca
All the haters eat a dick, they wanna see you brok-er
I hope the heat stroke ya, the misery is over

All my deep smokers, I hope the leaf choke ya
Hope you′ll never be sober, I'ma toast to myself
I hope the Cris' get me, spiralin′ into a tizzy
So pissy, swervin′ on the road dizzy


May God protect my soul, angels walk with me
First do the flow sickly, niggas is so shifty
The fo'-fo′ is like a force field, you won't get me
I brought some folk with me, Brooklyn is loc′n with me
What the fuck?

You know, we ride (we ride)
All day (all day), all night (all night)
Pop Cris' (uh, pop Cris′), shoot dice (shoot dice)
Fuck hoes (fuck), for life (c'mon)
You know (whoa, whoa), we ride (uh)
All day (ride, ride), all night (we ride)
Pop Cris', shoot dice (whoa-whoa)
Fuck hos, for life

This is for my chicks that get dough for takin′ off they clothes
All them money makin′ honies that slide down the poles
All my educated chicks who grade is 4.0
All the baby mamas across the globe, ayo

I like my women friends, feminine
I like my hos on "X" like Eminem
Shit, I like 'em bow-legged, never coke-headed
With a dough fetish, the drive to go get it


I like they toes proper, I like they clothes Prada
I like they shoes Gucci, I like new coochie
I fucked a few groupies, in a few hoopties
I got ′em Iceberg shit, they thought I knew Snoopy

I cop them Rocawear, my mamis dedicated
They never tell me no, the most they said is "not here"
I got they ears studded, both wrists baguetted
I got a main chick, a mistress, and a young bitch
Forget it, I'm the don

You know, we ride (we ride)
All day (all day), all night (all night)
Pop Cris′ (pop Cris'), shoot dice (shoot dice, nigga)
Fuck hoes, for life
You know (uh-huh), we ride
All day (uh-huh), all night
Pop Cris′, shoot dice
Fuck hos (whoa-whoa), for life

This is for my dice shooters, cats doin' life
By the time I get this kite to ya, I hope you doin' alright
Who got ′em platinum up? Who got the chicks in the truck?
Too much to sit comfortably, they lappin′ up

Who shit is big pimpin'? See the flow different
I drop heavy then I let the four-fifth flip ′em
I keep rappers talkin' to kids, Jigga Sixth Sense′d 'em
Don′t mention my name and lames in the same sentence

You see, I'm so thorough, take on your whole borough
Be so careful, I hear the whistle from the fo'-fo′ barrel
Keep the flow Hova; icy neck, cold shoulder
Who click is closest to La Costra Nostra?
It′s The Roc

You know, we ride
All day, all night
Pop Cris', shoot dice
Fuck hoes, for life
You know (uh-huh), we ride (we ride)
All day (uh-huh), all night (that′s right)
Pop Cris' (yeah), shoot dice (uh-huh)
Fuck hos (whoa-whoa), for life

You know, we ride
All day, all night
Pop Cris′, shoot dice
Fuck hos (whoa), for life (c'mon)